Why start to end?
Why do we start something to finish it? I asked you out in high hopes for this to go somewhere. You said yes. Smile bright. Eyes shimmering. Hair flowing. You said yes. Why. Why did you ever fucking say yes just to end this sooner then your last relationship. I'm not him. I was never going to pressure you into something you didn't want. I was never going to say something I didn't mean. I loved you. I sure did. I can promise that I'm still dying on the inside I can feel my heart collapse whenever it tries to beat. Why did you start this. If I knew this was going to end so early I would have never fell asleep on your laugh dreamt about your smile and awoken on-top of your personality I would've NEVER EVER fell in-love with the way you watch cars drive by because now whenever I'm driving all I can think about is you. You would have your hands ten and two. Ten and two. Ten and two. It's ten past two. 2:00 A.M. 2:15, 2:20, 4, 5. I always drool on my pillow case expecting your lips to aligned with mine but always being disappointed. And to the new guy your with. I hope he treats you right, but I know he won't. I hope, with every last breathe, he brings you chocolates. Chocolates when your on your period and you can't breathe due to the cramps. I hope he remembers to compliment your dimples, because I knew how much you were insecure about it. I hope. I really really hope he remembers your allergic to bread whenever you are to go out to dinner. I hope he learns to forget about my name. How whenever you are to hear it it still shakes your skull. You were inlove. He doesn't know it yet. I can't blame him, I never knew either. You left because I fucked up. I'm still here waiting for you to come back. Now in my favor, ask him this: What's her favorite color? What makes her laugh the hardest? When she's sad what show does she want to watch? How many questions does she ask in the movie theaters? What does she hate? Who does she love? Why does she overthink? What makes her cry? Where does her mom work? What does she love doing? Would she rather be alone? What's her shoe size? Eye color? Shirt size? Pants? Ring. Does he have her ears pierced. Which parent does she love more. Why is she insecure. What's her story. How can you help her. Do you understand how much I still love her And do you remember your ex? I know I shouldn't have this much hate on someone I've never actually spoken to in my life, but my dearest friend. Treat her right, she's special.